You spot a speckled pink mushroom on the ground. You've heard that this mushroom can produce spores that can change one's penis. You Witherstorm feel you’ve had the wrong penis your whole life wishing to change it or you're just curious if it would work. Regardless of your personal problems, the mushroom suddenly gushes out spores and you inhale some of them. Suddenly, you feel sexually aroused and you look down to see your penis is bulging from your pants. Looking around to make sure nobody notices, you take off you pants and then underwear to start masturbating. You give a startled gasp as you look at your groin. All the pubic hair has fallen off and you can see your penis is undergoing some peculiar changes. The head of your penis is growing outward and flattening, causing the hole of your penis to close shut. It then starts to grow frills underneath it like the mushroom you see before you and the shaft of the penis is shortening in width until it is the same width of the mushroom's stem. You then begin to moan as you feel a strange tingling feeling in your scrotum, and looking down you see a strange web-like pattern pulsing inside of the skin. You then realize that you now have a mushroom for a penis and the strange webbing in your groin is the underground mycelium of the fungi. You moan both in pleasure and a bit of pain as you can no longer ejaculate, but you can still feel the semen building up in your new mushroom structure. You need to release or you feel like you're going to die in both ecstasy and pain. You realize that just waiting will only bring an unusual death, and your not about to let that happen. You begin to prick a finger at the tip of your mushroom, trying to create a hole to let the semen out, but each scratch brings more pain so you decide to stop. You're either now praying or convulsing on the ground with the last amount of pleasure being deprived from this. Either way, you suddenly feel the semen seeping out of the head of your mushroom, and bit by bit it is being released into the surrounding as spores. You sigh in relief as the last bit of pressure fades away, and you even laugh a little, thinking about telling your friends back home of the weird ordeal. A bit of curiosity strikes you at this moment. You look down at your webbed scrotum and wonder how it feels like now. You prod it with a finger, and it feels rigid... it barely feels like it's attached to you anymore.